If the only zombie remaining is the one marked, Jarel-karn could easily stay away from the zombie, leaving the mindless beat attacking again and again against someone with a -2 to attack and -8 to damage and shooting it with his ranged weapon... I think this fight is almost won.

If the only zombie remaining is the one marked, Jarel-karn could easily stay away from the zombie, leaving the mindless beat attacking again and again against someone with a -2 to attack and -8 to damage and shooting it with his ranged weapon... I think this fight is almost won.

You had to say it. "This fight is almost won." The only two phrases worse are "It can't get any worse" and "Trust me, we'll be fine." Now the floodgates are going to open up, and killer massive demonic zombies will pour out of a hole that tunnels to Hell itself...

Mal, I'd like to resuggest shotguns before the hordes of undead roll through here.

In all honesty, though, we should be able to take down this last one with all six of us focussing our fire on it. Which leaves figuring out how these undead managed to get into the square without being noticed and erupt in the middle of the crowd. Mal, how perceptive do we have to be to have seen the kid with the bizarre stick that got backhanded back in round two? I mean, Mesa was being trampled at the time; did that still register over the people beating feet on his back?

Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my boomstick! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that?

As the swormage blasted the zombie in front of him with lightning, the deva relaxes a bit. Moving over near the last foe, Montroya points his staff at the remaining zombie and lightning emerges from his staff to strike at the undead. His aim is off though and it strikes ground beneath it's feet.

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Sorry for the delay, enworld being down plus my wonky schedule didn't work out well. Move to Q21. Divine bolts on last undead. Miss. 1d20+4=6, 1d6+4=8 Mal, my hp don't seem to match yours. I list 13, you list 15.

Whatever was in the hound's bite, it burned in Mesa's veins. He felt his animal nature coming upon him, his canines lengthening and his body gaining a much thicker coating of fur. His slightly heigtened senses made the poison coursing through him that much more potent and he dropped back on his haunches, vomitting on the ground between his legs. "Bloody, blasted, undead beast. Ye might still kill me if this doesn't pass..."

From his crouched position, he saw what looked like the last zombie just beyond some tables, in combat with the genasi that had helped Mesa with the gravehound. "It's time to end this," he muttered, and again he called on the spirits of the sky. Lightning raged down, tearing into the zombie and causing smoking holes in its body. It was still standing, but the strike took something out of it. Electricity danced along the ground at its feet, warning of a possible secondary strike if the zombie stayed where it was.

His brief communion with the spirits around him seemed to clear his head some, and the poison in him became nothing more than an annoyance.

"Less mindless than I thought." tells Jarel-karn as he shift back. He then pull the creature with his lightning where he was standing, trying to avoid to keep a zombie next to a civilian. The zombie seems to be about to fall apart.